So, fired by Martins words that no matter where or when you go birding there is always something of interest to question and seek out, I vowed to get stuck in at the earliest opportunity.
Last Sunday saw me and JWR up in the Cheviot foothills doing a WeBs count. Possibilities here are multitude. Rare Gulls, aythya ducks, races of Jackdaw still returning after the cold winter, Iberian type Chiffs etc etc to be found by an enquiring mind and an eagle eye.
That is unless you are an overweight, middle aged, cynic who turns out on a Sunday armed with a bad haircut, two chins and a big flask of tea. The only frontier we pushed was that we happened upon the first Mr Whippy of the year up Ingram Valley...
|JWR with TWO ice creams, greedy get...|
Any wildlife at all?
But what a cracking morning we had!
|We couldn't locate any rare birds but it takes skill to locate two 99's with monkey's blood up here, I'll tell you.|
Oh and broadband back up to speed!!! Yay!